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Back to the forum calling all callgirls as a concept album
Posted by sam on 8/19/2015, 3:07 pm
The album kicks off with that longing feeling you get when you realize you just got dumped and you were like DAMN that was a good girlfriend. That's Julia's Song. She's gone for good. She was perfect. There aren't even words to describe her or maybe there are and you're just such a piece of crap that you don't know the word. You think back about all the memories but she's long gone. So what do you do? You want to call her but know you can't. So instead, you start Calling All Callgirls trying to fill that void. The hookers are literally the only thing keeping you going. Loneliness. Happiness. One night. Instead of dealing with the pain, you're just kinda patching it. But then, out of the blue, you kinda have this spark with this girl you meet and go on a couple dates, she is great. So you profess your undying love to her wayyyyyyy too soon and wayyyyyy too cheesy. She tells you to chill out, puts you in your place, but you just keep at it. You are making a fool of yourself. Baby baby baby baby. Baby. I wish you were my baby. She blocks your number. Now you're dealing with compound sadness of losing Julia, the shame of all the hookers, and the embarrassment of blowing it with Baby. Cold days are winding down and you're walking home, head down looking at some Shady Pavement but kinda pulling it together. It's not simple. It's cool. I'm feeling up. I'm over her!!!! Oh well, school is out for the summer and you don't really know what to do so you just head home and immediately meet this great normal girl, it's a pretty slow romance but things are moving along. It's not perfect. She is kinda weird, says some weird shit sometimes. Puts her hopes in a jar? Weird but you let it slide. There's not much passion but you swallow your pride. It's just a summer forced relationship. A Summer Song. Then you find yourself realizing that you've really got no love for this girl. You're trying to find a way out before you leave. Maybe you'll die. Maybe she's trying too hard. Maybe you'll just keep lying. Liz's Song. In the end, you just tell her don't try louder and louder. It's a Tuesday, too much remorse, you got a divorce. Wednesday, you are pretty torn up about it. You know you did her wrong. Time to get drunk, do some coke and forget about it so you hit the casino on the way back to school. Just a quick stop turns into hours turns into days. Losing Days. Losing cash. It's a hot Friday night at 2AM, you've been drunk for a while, almost blackout drunk and you jump in the car head back home to see Liz. You are swerving everywhere, wasted, crash the car. You never really needed it. You've got something better. A giant Black Rug, you're out of control, running through the streets, talking madness but somehow you make it back to Liz's house and pass out on her sidewalk. She wakes you up mid day, standing over you, very confused. She introduces you to her boyfriend. They've been together for about a year. She looks really happy. You've been on a bender for about a year. She tells her boyfriend to go get the car and looks at you with pity. You try to piece together some type of apology and saying how much she meant to you but your words are kinda trailing off. It's great. It's cool. You look down at the Shady Pavement again, it's a reprise. A repeated scene. She says goodbye. You turn and start walking back to where you left your car. You aren't wearing a shirt. You realize maybe just love isn't for you. You are pissed but you try to calm yourself down by counting to 4. It doesn't work. You're just meant to be a drifter. A High Plains Drifter.
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